“Inside a barn is a whole universe,
with its own time zone and climate and ecosystem,
a shadowy world of swirling dust
illuminated in tiger stripes
by light shining through the cracks between the boards.
Old leather tack, lengths of chain, rope,
and baling twine dangled from nails and rafters
and draped over stall railings. ”
~
Carolyn Jourdan
4 comments:
Impressive picture. Is it hurricane there, I'm wondering.
Oh NO! Doom looms. I love, love, love the accompanying prose. Reminds me so much of the barn of my childhood, except for the pocket knives. I don't think Dad EVER lost a pocket knife!
From my corner of this world, this is exactly one of the images I have in my mind when I think of the USA... Old barn, whirlwind, immensity of fields, abandoned mechanics... Impressive indeed my friend! I also love the words dear Deann. Hugs
( I do love your Vincent van Gogh banner too :)
The barn, including tornado, and the accompanying description set the scene for a very interesting story, Deann. You rock, my friend.
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